LOGINEvelyn’s world shattered when her cousin and fiancé betrayed her, framing her and sending her to prison. Four months later, she walks free — but not alone. She carries a secret that could ruin her all over again. She’s pregnant. And the father is Adrian, the man who destroyed her. When ruthless billionaire Damian Blackwood steps into her life, he doesn’t give her a choice. In front of the world, he claims her and her unborn child as his own. To him, it’s about power, protection, and an heir. To Evelyn, it feels like another prison. But when Adrian and Eloise vow to tear her apart, Damian may be the only man strong enough to shield her. The only problem? The baby growing inside her doesn’t belong to him. Now Evelyn must survive a dangerous marriage built on lies, desire, and a secret that could shatter everything.
View MoreAdrian’s POVThe moment the door closed behind me, I pressed my back against it and let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My palms were still trembling. I could still hear her voice echoing in my head—sharp, furious, terrified. “You’re a monster.” The words hit harder than I expected, cutting through me like something real and heavy.I deserved it, maybe. Hell, I probably deserved worse. But I also couldn’t shake the image of her sitting there, ropes biting into her wrists, eyes red from crying, trembling and still trying to be strong. It tore something inside me. I hadn’t wanted it to be this way. I hadn’t planned to hurt her. I just couldn’t let her go.She didn’t understand. She couldn’t.I pushed off the door and rubbed my hands over my face. The room outside was dim and silent, nothing but the faint buzz of a generator in the background. The place was isolated—a safe house that only a few people knew about. It used to be one of my father’s old storage buildings, som
When I woke up again, everything hurt. My head throbbed like someone had driven nails into it, and my throat felt dry, as if I had been screaming for hours. At first, I didn’t remember where I was or what had happened. I thought maybe I was back at the mansion, that the chaos of the wedding had just been some strange nightmare. But then I opened my eyes, and the truth crashed down hard. The room was dark and cold. The air smelled damp, like old cement and mildew. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, flickering weakly, throwing uneven light across cracked grey walls. The floor was rough concrete, and beneath me was a thin mattress, barely enough to cushion my body. My wrists were tied together with coarse rope, and my ankles itched where the same rope had rubbed my skin raw. It took me a full minute to process everything. The last thing I remembered was standing near the window, the strange smell of something sweet, and a hand covering my mouth. Then—nothing. My heart
The world outside the mansion was still chaos. Reporters shouted questions, security cars lined the streets, and the air still smelled faintly of gunpowder. Inside, everything was too quiet. The silence didn’t feel like peace—it felt like the breath held between two storms.After the gunshots at the wedding, Damian had gone into command mode. He barked orders to his men, ordered everyone out of the garden, and made sure the press didn’t get a single close picture of either of us. By the time we got back inside, he was calm again. Too calm. Like the danger had only fueled something cold inside him.I sat on the edge of the couch in the grand hall, my fingers still trembling. My hair was half undone, the veil long gone, the gown heavy with dust and grass from where we had fallen. I could still feel the weight of Damian’s body over mine, the warmth of his breath when he told me to stay down. But now that it was quiet, I couldn’t stop thinking about how quickly he had moved, how prepared
It’s been three weeks since the scandal.Three weeks since that photograph shattered what little peace we had left. Three weeks since Damian’s parents cornered us in their mansion and forced him to choose between salvaging the family’s name or letting me go.He chose to marry me of course but not out of love.He chose me because marrying me meant control and he could finally get the heir he so longs for. It meant power. It meant silencing the world before it could destroy him.And now, as I sit before the mirror in a room filled with silk, diamonds, and strangers painting smiles onto my face, I can’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My reflection looks beautiful, but hollow. Like a doll someone dressed up to play a role she didn’t audition for.The makeup artist hums softly, oblivious to the storm building inside me. My stomach twists as I glance at the gown hanging by the window—pure white, shimmering under the soft light. A color that was supposed to mean purity, love, new be
The headlines spread like wildfire. By morning, every major paper and gossip column had splashed my face across their pages, twisting a single stolen moment into a narrative that painted me as the villain. The Unfaithful Fiancée, the bold letters screamed, and beneath them were cruel words that mad
Damian’s words hung in the night like the crack of a whip. Take your hands off my wife. It wasn’t loud, but the force behind it made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I could feel Adrian stiffen beside me, his grip on my hand faltering as though he’d just realized how close he was to crossing
The ride back from Damian’s parents’ estate was quiet, but inside I was a storm. The note in my clutch felt heavier than gold, its words etched into my mind like a curse: Don’t marry him. Meet me tonight. My fingers brushed over the fabric, over the folded paper hidden inside, and no matter how I t
I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening as the car pulled into the long driveway of the Blackwood estate. The last dinner with Damian’s parents had left me raw, their cold stares and sharp questions slicing deeper than any blade. I told myself I was ready for tonight, but my hands wouldn’t s






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